I thought of this while siting on the beach last week at Madeline Island. The birds were in the sky chasing the wind. Anyhoo, I have said it before…A poet I am not…but every now and then I like to dabble.
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This is as close as they will ever be
To touching each other.
They dance silently together with their music of the summer winds
that blow off the lake.
Teasing each other in an imaginary game of chase
diving and spinning
Gliding on their sides, tempting for a chance to connect.
Large swoops, tight circles
not one feather out of place.
Sailing in opposite directions, only to sharply join together again
Riding the warm waves of air; they fly for one last dance. The tips of their wings
close enough to feel the air push between them,
Like kites with no strings.
Heads turn as they swoop near each other, a whispered final secret in passing.
This is as close as they dare to be
Wanting to touch each other
As they dance together with their music of the winds
that blow off the lake.
Chris Writes 